trail sentinel
Grain by grain the hollows
Fill with empty needs and
Unpromised leaves that
Will not keep us safe.
We’ll seek the light
With scratching lungs
And scram from this
Intruder who’ll forever bite..
Instinctively we’ll sniff
Out knot holes in the
Trunks of trees and
Seek shelter till sunrise.
Or we’ll endlessly run
From every snap, rustle,
Thump or pip, not knowing
What’ll cause forced terror.
Soon enough we’ll have
A gap to dig more homes
With new furniture and
Future dreams to hold.
Like becoming a city mouse
And buying my own Ferrari.
Or owning a cozy place
Between two walls with a hole.
For now we’ll fight over leaves,
Rations, warmth and what our
Very few ideas are for the
Nearing, terrifying future.
It doesn’t feel nearly close
To home, but survival calls
For unhappiness and constant
Pursuit, till your tails fall off.
Even if it means corrupting
The old man’s lawn and
Almost getting poisoned
10 times, we still live.
So take your fly, mosquito,
Grass and berry smoothie.
For here’s a toast, to all the
Rodents who still get to dream.
craggy grove
dusky prairie
hollow galleon